The wind was blowing most of the smoke and smell away so I came and sat beside her at the well after swallowing another gulp of whisky. Her bare legs ...ere distracting."Those your folks?" I asked, waving at the bodies of the man and woman in the barnyard.She shook her head. "I'm 'dentured. 'e 'eld m' paper."I figured that out. "No kin?" I asked to be sure.She shook her head, flopping dark blonde hair into her face. She wiped her nose and spat some blood to the side and then drank some more. 13 war, weshalb sie von ihrem Chef und ihren Kollegen oftmals auch einfach mit "Dreizehn" angesprochen wird. Sie leidet unter der unheilbaren Krankheit Chorea Huntington, an der auch schon ihre Mutter verstarb, und hat eine absehbar begrenzte Lebenserwartung. Dies führt dazu, dass sie einen recht exzessiven Lebensstil pflegt und Partys und Drogen alles andere als abgeneigt ist. Sie ist selbstbewusst, sich ihrer Attraktivität wohl bewusst und schlagfertig, alles andere als prüde und weist. It wasn't in her nature, but the events of the day had gotten to her, and no amount of ice-cream could sooth her mood. She walked into her office, say down at her chair and kicked her shoes off placing her stocking clad feet on the desk. She knew that this day would eventually come, when her kidnapper, John Harvey would be released, but somehow it still seemed years off.It was no good. Half an hour she'd been at her desk and she just couldn't concentrate. The PI's notes made no sense, and she. I knew I was going to ask her out before I left the restaurant; I couldn't stop myself if I wanted to. We ate our breakfast and Avery brought the check. Even though Stan had said he was paying, I insisted on picking up the tab; the experience was so good that I wanted to pay for it. When she came to pick up the tab, I had a question for her."Rather than stay home and be bored this Saturday, why don't you join me for a nice dinner?" I asked."Avery chuckled and said, "I think I'm washing my hair.